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a kid i went to grade school with has published a book of poetry, prose, and short stories, all on the topic of everyone's favourite common denominator: cleveland.
mind you, this kid is a real asshole.
i knew him back when he had a curly 'fro and glasses, a ridiculously low level of tact and a pension for fat jokes.
he made fun of me once for going to sunday school instead of psr (a monday night gathering of catholic kids in public schools).
he was smart-ish, and his personality made you want to both stab him and laugh with him.
he was my waiter a few years ago at a local chinese restaurant, and he hovered over me as i signed for my credit card and included a tip.
no wonder he can afford his great Little Italy apartment --
who's gonna tip their waiter badly with the waiter actually watching?
[not that i've ever left a bad tip in my adult life.]
and now, this guy is a published author.
ugh.
i need to vomit.
excuse me.
mind you, this kid is a real asshole.
i knew him back when he had a curly 'fro and glasses, a ridiculously low level of tact and a pension for fat jokes.
he made fun of me once for going to sunday school instead of psr (a monday night gathering of catholic kids in public schools).
he was smart-ish, and his personality made you want to both stab him and laugh with him.
he was my waiter a few years ago at a local chinese restaurant, and he hovered over me as i signed for my credit card and included a tip.
no wonder he can afford his great Little Italy apartment --
who's gonna tip their waiter badly with the waiter actually watching?
[not that i've ever left a bad tip in my adult life.]
and now, this guy is a published author.
ugh.
i need to vomit.
excuse me.